Chapter 8 : Whisper in the Wind

The hush of Zurich's morning wrapped around us like a soft cloak, as if the world itself was sighing in relief. The storm was over—or so we thought.

I watched the golden sunlight spill across Adrian’s face, a rare moment of peace softening his usually intense features. He looked at me with a tenderness I hadn’t seen since our wedding night, when we were strangers pretending not to be enemies.

But now, we weren’t pretending.

And we weren’t strangers anymore.

“You really going to wear that ring this time?” he asked, brushing a lock of hair from my cheek.

I looked down at the simple diamond on my finger—no politics, no contracts, no lies. Just love.

“I might even mean the vows this time,” I said, smirking.

He kissed me, slow and deep, and for a heartbeat, the world was quiet.

But it didn’t last.

By the afternoon, the headlines had shifted. From triumph to tension.

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